Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 16:56:24 GMT -5
Carefully, you say, in sirihish:
"You lead good, Kernel sir. Is better when you round."
Thoughtfully, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Tell me.. Private. Do you regret joining the Legions? You may speak freely without fear of punishment."
Shaking his head, you say, in sirihish:
"Not. Is good for hep Tulk. Just, sometimes is thing... um... but you smart an knowing what not do for too much risk."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Sometimes is thing?"
Picking his words slowly, you say to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"Like witch. You say when war wit sout is good. If catch me, maybe is war. Sometimes, just want go hunt them for while."
Continuing, you say, in sirihish:
"Sometimes, want go mash bug hole. New one. You say when good. Is hard, but right, Kernel sir. You smart."
With a brief, almost bitter smile, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"We are alike in some ways, Private. You and I. You have wanderlust in your blood. You want to do well for the Sun King, but you want to do it anywhere.. everywhere."
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly, keeping his eyes down.
With a low sigh, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"There are rules.. protocols.. standards... policies. They... irritate me. They sap from me my passion."
With a low, humorless laugh, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Even I, who command hundreds, must answer to a man who sits at a desk.. and commands thousands."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"And when the wanderlust has left him.. been leeched from him, I suspect he has lost all sympathy for those of us who still feel it."
Still rumbling slowly, you say, in sirihish:
"I no unnerstand let bug live. "
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly, his shoulders slumped a bit.
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Nor do I. I understand why they say it must be so.. but I disagree."
Venturing, his tone respectful, you ask the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"We burn new hive soon, Kernel sir?"
With a grunt, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"If I can get everyone together, yes."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"We will burn it.. or die trying."
Clearing his throat, you say, in sirihish:
"I go ask I no can.. think."
Troubled, you ask, in sirihish:
"I hard time knowing all lesson, but... when is right for break order, for do Sunking will, keep Tulki safe, Kernel sir?"
Raising an eyebrow, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Breaking orders? That is never appropriate. However.. if you feel there is something that should cause an order to be changed, it is also your duty to bring it to the attention of your superiors."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Orders are not always perfect.. but if we begin breaking one, it will eventually become two, and then four, and then eventually.. all of them."
The lanky, spartan half-giant twitches a few times, before nodding once.
Softly, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You're keeping something from me, Private. Out with it."
The lanky, spartan half-giant whines, twitching, before speaking.
You stand up.
The lanky, spartan half-giant gestures to the storeroom, looking hopeful.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar stands up from a compact baobab table.
You now follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar turns, striding into the store-room.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks west.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk west.
Inside a Long, Narrow Warehouse [E, Save]
Three times as long as it is wide, this storage area is lined with
chests, trunks and shelves in tightly packed rows that span its length.
The stone floor at the wide doorway is worn from the frequent passage
back and forth into the barracks and is heavily scarred with accumulated
damage from decades of dragged weights over its surface.
Near the entrance, a heavy agafari trunk is filled with survival gear.
Near the entrance, a heavy agafari trunk is laden with various spices.
In a cluster, a couple of heavy agafari trunks are filled with heavy shell.
In the northwest corner, a tree-carved wooden chest is neatly laden with herbs.
In the southeast corner, a duskhorn-carved wooden chest is layered with hides.
Along the back wall, a bahamet-carved wooden chest contains serviceable armor.
Along the back wall, a skull-carved wooden chest is stacked with rows of shields.
Along the back wall, a sword-carved wooden chest contains various weaponry.
In the northeast corner, a hammer-carved wooden chest is loaded with various tools.
In the southwest corner, a mekillot-carved wooden chest is stuffed with animal parts.
Along the southern wall, a scrab-carved wooden chest contains raw wood material.
Along the southern wall, a tregil-carved wooden chest contains smaller stones.
Along the northern wall, a gwoshi-carved wooden chest is arranged for fletchery.
Along the northern wall, a kenku-carved wooden chest is filled with folded bags.
Lining the northern wall, some heavy baobab shelves bristles with arrows and bolts.
Lining the southern wall, a set of carved agafari shelves contain medical equipment.
A finely crafted weapon rack holding bows and crossbows is mounted to the far wall.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar turns on a heel, clasping his hands at the small of his back as he gazes at you.
Miserably, you say, in sirihish:
"I trying real hard, Kernel sir, but some lesson am teaching, some not learning, an... gonna get some Legions killed when we go battle."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Such as?"
Gesturing from one side to another, you say, in sirihish:
"You knowing... ride goes so far. You got know where stop, go from one rest, to next rest. You stop between, you sit there no chance to move, run, whatever. Let foe choose for you."
Continuing in a rush, you say, in sirihish:
"We got be strong for war, you knowing this, hep train, but ... some.. not train safe, or not train when show up."
The lanky, spartan half-giant twitches, agitated and uncomfortable.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar grimaces, obviously struggling to understand.
Hanging his head, you say, in sirihish:
"When no orders, Legion no get ready for battle. Is orders what give us way to go."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You're saying... some people don't train safely, or don't train when they show up."
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly, flinching.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"And what's this about riding?"
Pointing west, you say, in sirihish:
"In Grey, when patrol."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Yes.. but what about it. Someone is pushing the mounts to exhaustion and getting the group stuck?"
In a rush, you say, in sirihish:
"We got choose where fight bugs. We sit out in open, they can hunt -us-. Is stu.. um.. not smart wit mounts... yah."
With a wry tone, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Besides me?"
The lanky, spartan half-giant flinches again, hunching his shoulders.
Quickly, you say, in sirihish:
"Not you, Kernel sir."
With a nod, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Me. I did it last week. On purpose."
The lanky, spartan half-giant shakes his head, studying the floor.
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Which is why Teowe called me a fool."
Mumbling, you say, in sirihish:
"Is not you. Other do it -every- time."
Grunting, you say, in sirihish:
"Is why Teowe not shut mouth. Happen before."
With a flat tone, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"We rely too much on numbers. And we rely too much on you. But you're not talking about me.. so you must be talking about.. Taelos."
The lanky, spartan half-giant twitches, shivering.
Obediently, miserable, you say, in sirihish:
"I take oath. Respek. I no sad bad bout."
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Yes, or no. You feel Colonel Taelos is making errors that will get men killed."
The lanky, spartan half-giant shudders for a moment, then nods once before freezing again.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar sighs quietly, offering a short nod.
Unhappy, you say, in sirihish:
"I trying to hep."
Quietly, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"I know."
Huffing a sigh, you ask the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"I been bad. Is punish?"
His gaze lifting, stern, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You have brought your concerns up to an officer of equal rank, in private, respectfully. Not in front of the men."
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"There is no reason to punish you."
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly, gulping.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"The answer to the problem.. however, is not very easy."
Agreeing, you say, in sirihish:
"I no can think of."
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"If this were the south, I'd just kill him. But this is not the south.. and for whatever mistakes he may make, he is my Brother, and I love him."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"You have recommended a halt at various points?"
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"And he has ignored your recommendations?"
Flinching, you say, in sirihish:
"He do other. Yah."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar nods.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar exhales slowly, shaking his head.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"I will meditate on a solution."
Relieved, you say, in sirihish:
"Thank you Kernel sir."
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Until then. He must be obeyed. However.. should things go bad, understand this."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Your directive, overreaching all others, is to save as many lives as you can. "
Nodding slowly, you say, in sirihish:
"If goes bad, I try bring all home. Yes Kernel sir."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"And if one must be lost... let it be the one who caused it, if that will save the rest."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar closes his mouth, saying nothing more.
Squaring his shoulders, you ask, in sirihish:
"Orders, Kernel sir?"
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"The same as always.. Private. We train. We prepare. "
"You lead good, Kernel sir. Is better when you round."
Thoughtfully, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Tell me.. Private. Do you regret joining the Legions? You may speak freely without fear of punishment."
Shaking his head, you say, in sirihish:
"Not. Is good for hep Tulk. Just, sometimes is thing... um... but you smart an knowing what not do for too much risk."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Sometimes is thing?"
Picking his words slowly, you say to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"Like witch. You say when war wit sout is good. If catch me, maybe is war. Sometimes, just want go hunt them for while."
Continuing, you say, in sirihish:
"Sometimes, want go mash bug hole. New one. You say when good. Is hard, but right, Kernel sir. You smart."
With a brief, almost bitter smile, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"We are alike in some ways, Private. You and I. You have wanderlust in your blood. You want to do well for the Sun King, but you want to do it anywhere.. everywhere."
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly, keeping his eyes down.
With a low sigh, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"There are rules.. protocols.. standards... policies. They... irritate me. They sap from me my passion."
With a low, humorless laugh, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Even I, who command hundreds, must answer to a man who sits at a desk.. and commands thousands."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"And when the wanderlust has left him.. been leeched from him, I suspect he has lost all sympathy for those of us who still feel it."
Still rumbling slowly, you say, in sirihish:
"I no unnerstand let bug live. "
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly, his shoulders slumped a bit.
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Nor do I. I understand why they say it must be so.. but I disagree."
Venturing, his tone respectful, you ask the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"We burn new hive soon, Kernel sir?"
With a grunt, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"If I can get everyone together, yes."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"We will burn it.. or die trying."
Clearing his throat, you say, in sirihish:
"I go ask I no can.. think."
Troubled, you ask, in sirihish:
"I hard time knowing all lesson, but... when is right for break order, for do Sunking will, keep Tulki safe, Kernel sir?"
Raising an eyebrow, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Breaking orders? That is never appropriate. However.. if you feel there is something that should cause an order to be changed, it is also your duty to bring it to the attention of your superiors."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Orders are not always perfect.. but if we begin breaking one, it will eventually become two, and then four, and then eventually.. all of them."
The lanky, spartan half-giant twitches a few times, before nodding once.
Softly, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You're keeping something from me, Private. Out with it."
The lanky, spartan half-giant whines, twitching, before speaking.
You stand up.
The lanky, spartan half-giant gestures to the storeroom, looking hopeful.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar stands up from a compact baobab table.
You now follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar turns, striding into the store-room.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks west.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk west.
Inside a Long, Narrow Warehouse [E, Save]
Three times as long as it is wide, this storage area is lined with
chests, trunks and shelves in tightly packed rows that span its length.
The stone floor at the wide doorway is worn from the frequent passage
back and forth into the barracks and is heavily scarred with accumulated
damage from decades of dragged weights over its surface.
Near the entrance, a heavy agafari trunk is filled with survival gear.
Near the entrance, a heavy agafari trunk is laden with various spices.
In a cluster, a couple of heavy agafari trunks are filled with heavy shell.
In the northwest corner, a tree-carved wooden chest is neatly laden with herbs.
In the southeast corner, a duskhorn-carved wooden chest is layered with hides.
Along the back wall, a bahamet-carved wooden chest contains serviceable armor.
Along the back wall, a skull-carved wooden chest is stacked with rows of shields.
Along the back wall, a sword-carved wooden chest contains various weaponry.
In the northeast corner, a hammer-carved wooden chest is loaded with various tools.
In the southwest corner, a mekillot-carved wooden chest is stuffed with animal parts.
Along the southern wall, a scrab-carved wooden chest contains raw wood material.
Along the southern wall, a tregil-carved wooden chest contains smaller stones.
Along the northern wall, a gwoshi-carved wooden chest is arranged for fletchery.
Along the northern wall, a kenku-carved wooden chest is filled with folded bags.
Lining the northern wall, some heavy baobab shelves bristles with arrows and bolts.
Lining the southern wall, a set of carved agafari shelves contain medical equipment.
A finely crafted weapon rack holding bows and crossbows is mounted to the far wall.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar turns on a heel, clasping his hands at the small of his back as he gazes at you.
Miserably, you say, in sirihish:
"I trying real hard, Kernel sir, but some lesson am teaching, some not learning, an... gonna get some Legions killed when we go battle."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Such as?"
Gesturing from one side to another, you say, in sirihish:
"You knowing... ride goes so far. You got know where stop, go from one rest, to next rest. You stop between, you sit there no chance to move, run, whatever. Let foe choose for you."
Continuing in a rush, you say, in sirihish:
"We got be strong for war, you knowing this, hep train, but ... some.. not train safe, or not train when show up."
The lanky, spartan half-giant twitches, agitated and uncomfortable.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar grimaces, obviously struggling to understand.
Hanging his head, you say, in sirihish:
"When no orders, Legion no get ready for battle. Is orders what give us way to go."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You're saying... some people don't train safely, or don't train when they show up."
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly, flinching.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"And what's this about riding?"
Pointing west, you say, in sirihish:
"In Grey, when patrol."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Yes.. but what about it. Someone is pushing the mounts to exhaustion and getting the group stuck?"
In a rush, you say, in sirihish:
"We got choose where fight bugs. We sit out in open, they can hunt -us-. Is stu.. um.. not smart wit mounts... yah."
With a wry tone, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Besides me?"
The lanky, spartan half-giant flinches again, hunching his shoulders.
Quickly, you say, in sirihish:
"Not you, Kernel sir."
With a nod, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Me. I did it last week. On purpose."
The lanky, spartan half-giant shakes his head, studying the floor.
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Which is why Teowe called me a fool."
Mumbling, you say, in sirihish:
"Is not you. Other do it -every- time."
Grunting, you say, in sirihish:
"Is why Teowe not shut mouth. Happen before."
With a flat tone, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"We rely too much on numbers. And we rely too much on you. But you're not talking about me.. so you must be talking about.. Taelos."
The lanky, spartan half-giant twitches, shivering.
Obediently, miserable, you say, in sirihish:
"I take oath. Respek. I no sad bad bout."
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Yes, or no. You feel Colonel Taelos is making errors that will get men killed."
The lanky, spartan half-giant shudders for a moment, then nods once before freezing again.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar sighs quietly, offering a short nod.
Unhappy, you say, in sirihish:
"I trying to hep."
Quietly, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"I know."
Huffing a sigh, you ask the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"I been bad. Is punish?"
His gaze lifting, stern, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You have brought your concerns up to an officer of equal rank, in private, respectfully. Not in front of the men."
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"There is no reason to punish you."
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly, gulping.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"The answer to the problem.. however, is not very easy."
Agreeing, you say, in sirihish:
"I no can think of."
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"If this were the south, I'd just kill him. But this is not the south.. and for whatever mistakes he may make, he is my Brother, and I love him."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"You have recommended a halt at various points?"
The lanky, spartan half-giant nods slowly.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"And he has ignored your recommendations?"
Flinching, you say, in sirihish:
"He do other. Yah."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar nods.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar exhales slowly, shaking his head.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"I will meditate on a solution."
Relieved, you say, in sirihish:
"Thank you Kernel sir."
Simply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Until then. He must be obeyed. However.. should things go bad, understand this."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Your directive, overreaching all others, is to save as many lives as you can. "
Nodding slowly, you say, in sirihish:
"If goes bad, I try bring all home. Yes Kernel sir."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"And if one must be lost... let it be the one who caused it, if that will save the rest."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar closes his mouth, saying nothing more.
Squaring his shoulders, you ask, in sirihish:
"Orders, Kernel sir?"
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"The same as always.. Private. We train. We prepare. "